Little Life Lessons

{learning something.perhaps}

a few things from this week

*{These} are the best.skinnies.ever. If someone melted butter, poured it over my legs, let it dry...then and only then, would that equate to the wonderment of these pants. Slightly more expensive than butter, but worth every penny. Buy them.

*{This} local story is inspiring and beautiful. 271 lbs. in 2 years? Now you have to read it.

*{This} soap is making my life sweet. Especially with the amount of time I spend running to the bathroom these days... at 2AM, 4AM, and 6AM respectively.

*Someone compared me to {her}. Someone, I love you. Seriously though, you know who you are. And we really are best friends now.

*I'm pretty sure a 14-year old boy hit on me this week.

Should I be worried that

A. he's attracted to older women. who are pregnant.

B. he thought I was 14. and pregnant. and still was attracted.

And Daniel learned that birthing classes have funny animated videos. and pictures. and not so funny live action videos. involving things like mucous plugs and the ring of fire.

zero to ten centimeters, people. zero to ten.

lest we forget.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Confessions of a Nanny

{Poker Face}

Yeah. I might be the coolest nanny ever.

Not only do I build a mean Lego city flat bed truck,

I am also molding young minds. America's future.

Learning how to gamble.

Poker is educational. Numbers. Letters. Strategy. Competition.

We're hardcore. No juvenile games of Chutes&Ladders for us.

Yes sir. High stakes. All or nothing.

Honestly, it's more of a Poker-Go Fish fusion.

I mean, the dealer is only 5 years old after all.

Key Rules:

The Jack magically transforms into whatever card you need

The Joker forces you to hand over all of your chips

really, we have no idea what we're doing.

and I always lose.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Hair Did

{snip snip}

{the cut} went down this weekend.

Bangs were created.

Split ends were trimmed.

Hairs were straightened.

My 7 year old cousin said I looked beautiful.

Ego officially boosted.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Couch Potato

2 adults. 1 womb. 1 large pizza. 1 couch. 8 shows on dvr.

It just happened.

What hasn't happened (miraculously)...

me gaining 100 lbs.

I guess that means Baby Bean is sucking up every morsel.

Growing bigger.

And rounder.

And that round chubby russian head is getting ready to squeeze out of you know where.

Until then,

I've got a few more weeks to sit around in my underwear and eat ice cream.

We are so gonna be the cool parents.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Mom Hair?

{I might take the plunge back into bang-ville}

Fridays are always my special day. I highly suggest having a job that gives you 3 day weekends.

{mandatory three day weekends should probably be written into the Constitution or something. Just sayin'}

Usually, I like to jumpstart the weekend and tackle all of my to-do stuff, plus relish in a bit of "me" time.

Sleep in. Coffee dates. Grocery shopping. Midwife appointments. Toilet scrubbing.

A mish-mash of everything.

A happy wife is a happy life.

Next on the Friday agenda: Hair appointment.

I finally stopped procrastinating and scheduled it.

Korean/German genes mixed with pre-natal vitamins...it's a little out of control up top.

Whadyathink?

Should I hop aboard the Bang Bang Choo Choo Train?

Yay or Nay

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Lock it Up

Locked out of the house. Banished to the backyard.

We could survive 15 minutes though, right? Until the munchkins' mama came home. Right?

And then, munchkins' mama realized she didn't have her house key either.

And munchkins' papa was out of town.

And the only available spare key took 2 hours of driving to track down.

A mutiny of grumbling stomachs and peed-on-carseats ensued.

I'm assuming you can tell who did what.

I still love my Thursdays though.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Smarty Pants

{girls rule. boys drool}

I have been trying for weeks and weeks to beat the stud hubs at WWF.

WWF.

Words With Friends

not

the former wrestling organization.

We do like to wrestle though.

Basically anything involving a winner and a loser: we like.

When Daniel and I first started dating, it was our love of sports/competition that brought us together.

Skipping classes in favor of some sand volleyball.

And flirting.

But mostly, volleyball.

If we're on a team together, it's like Goose and Maverick.

But on different teams...against each other...I turn into Iceman.

Example

Once, he blocked one of my spikes.

Then I accidentally kicked him in the gonads.

Key words: "once", and "accidentally"

Hooray for Happy Healthy Marriages!

xoxo

{Bon Bon}